I didn't know what the use of stealing the letters was, and the next night's activity surprised me even more. Abel told me to steal the seal.

"Stealing seals?" I kind of didn't understand what he wanted.

"The Seal of the High Frey."

"What's that for?"

"The seal of the seal."

"Where's this thing?"

"I don't know."

"Stealing a personal item that you don't know where? Awesome, you know what it looks like. ”

"I don't know."

"You're kidding, Able."

"So you'd better hurry up." Abel said.

"I'm going to steal this, what are you doing?"

"I have more important things to do."

I hate this dangerous mission with no clues, but I hate being ordered.

Infiltrating his mansion again, Able said that Goldfrey might not be back tonight, and that I had plenty of time to search. The first thing to do when he entered his bedroom was to find out what his seal looked like.

Actually, I almost knew what it looked like, or what it was for. But I don't know if it's a ring or something else.

Originally, I thought I was very good at finding things, especially toys that my father had hidden because of his greed, or money hidden in the house, or other things, even if it was locked in a drawer, I could get it out with a wire. But I turned his bedroom upside down, and I didn't find anything that could make a seal or something like a seal.

After carefully rummaging through his jewelry box, it was not for nothing, and I found Fred's Medal of Honor, the Lord Badge was a large thing, half the size of a palm, and I considered it as one of the alternatives for the time being. I turned my attention to the books on his shelves and the notes and diaries in his cabinet.

This time, a clue was finally discovered, and there was a walnut-sized seal imprint on one of his cowhide cover journals. Looking at the intricate patterns on the imprints, I recall all the memories I've ever seen related to this. But nothing was found.

I had already searched all the places that could be searched, and I resolutely withdrew. When I found Able, I confessed that I didn't. He buried his head in writing something and ignored me.

I stood awkwardly awkwardly, although I didn't have this guy in my heart, but I was still a little disappointed that I didn't do the job.

"It seems to be on him." Able put down his pen and picked up the piece of paper and gently blew on the ink.

"Oh, it should be." I chimed in. "What did you write?"

"A letter."

"What then?"

"Steal again."

"That will have to wait until he sleeps tonight. Damn, I've been to his house twice. ”

"There won't be a third time, he won't be home tonight." He looked me in strange eyes and said, "Tonight, Friday, he's going to spend the night in a brothel." ”

I pouted, the Baron was still so energetic even in his old age.

Able folded the letter and put it in his bosom.

We came to the tavern. Seeing a few plump women standing at the door of the tavern and gagging with people, I said, "It seems that the Baron is not a picky eater." ”

Able looked at the hooligans at the door, and then turned and went into the alley next to him. I followed him, and I didn't bother with what I was going to do for a while.

We turned to the back of the tavern and found out that it was something special. In front is the tavern, but the back of the tavern is an extension of the long section of the building, and there is a connecting building further back. Looking at the small four-story building in the back, I thought to myself, if I mess around here, it really won't be easy to be discovered.

I guessed it. When I hung it by the window outside, I was greeted by a big white ass with its back to me. The Baron was lying on top of a woman, struggling to do so. Watching the two of them toss and turn in several positions, I really admire this old thing, this age is also considered physical strength.

At this time, I suddenly smelled a strange fragrance wafting from the house, which made me a little uncomfortable. I crawled down to avoid the smell and waited for the battle to end in the house. I guess Abel has slipped into the house from the other side.

The two started chatting after the battle, and the wait was nothing short of tormenting. It made me more anxious than the night I eavesdropped on the crown prince. The pair of wild bees and butterflies in the house ate and drank, and after a while, they stopped moving. My arm was already a little numb.

I looked in through the window to see that the two were indeed asleep, so I got inside through the window. He opened the locked door and let Able inside.

Abel didn't say a word, but motioned with his eyes for me to work. Like a ghost, suppressing my breathing and heartbeat, I stood in the shadows beside the bed, staring silently at the two on the bed. The flesh of the two white flowers is like a pig that has been scraped clean.

The baron had nothing around his neck, and he wore two rings on his right hand. I looked down. The unique scent of a woman penetrated my nostrils. In the hazy moonlight, the woman's body seems to be extraordinarily delicate. But I don't have much time to admire this woman's body here.

It shouldn't be the baron's ring, it feels too small. I looked up and shook my head at Abel.

Then he started rummaging through his clothes, and then he shook his head at me. I frowned, this thing is so hard to find? I touched the side of his clothes, carefully touching every corner. Until I felt the brooch on the chest of his jacket.

It's a brooch, it's a brooch, but the round base of this brooch makes me have to be suspicious. I took it down for him, touched it, and pulled out the baron's diary, which, in the faint moonlight, was exactly the same as the imprints on it.

I looked up to give Abel a look, and he pouted.

Able flashed out the door with the thing. If this thing is taken away, the whole city will be turned upside down tomorrow. I hurried after him.

"You're crazy!" I closed the door softly and said in a low voice.

He didn't take a stubble, and took out a candle and sealing wax from his bosom, as well as an oilcloth bag.

"What are you going to do?" I watched as he lit the candle, and the red wax melted under the scorching of the candle and dripped onto the envelope he had placed on the table. Then he pressed the seal onto the oilcloth bag, and pressed the seal hard against the sealing wax.

"Wipe it clean and put it back." He handed it to me.

I looked at him suspiciously and took the brooch from his hand. He took care of himself and blew the sealing wax. Seeing that I didn't move, he lowered his voice and said, "Wipe it clean and put it back in its place." I'll be waiting for you below. He winked at me.

I was completely confused as to what else I could do but do it. "What are you doing here?" When I was done, I followed him into the depths of the dark alley.

"Or maybe it's necessary work."

"What do you call or? Or the necessary work? ”

"You'll find out later." He patted me on the shoulder and said. "By the way, tomorrow you go out with the crown prince to stay safe."

I looked him in the eye, and I really don't know if it was a blessing or a piece of advice every time this guy gave me.